HYMN 63. 7s, 6s, & 1 8

1 Stand th’ omnipotent decree!
Jehovah’s will be done! Nature’s end we wait to see,
And hear her final groan:
Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just;
Let those pond’rous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust;MIM 74.6

2 Rests secure the righteous man,
At his Redeemer’s beck
Sure t’ emerge and rise again,
And mount above the wreck.
Lo! the heavenly spirit towers,
Like flames o’er nature’s funeral pyre,
Triumphs in immortal powers,
And claps his wings of fire!MIM 75.1

3 Nothing hath the just to lose,
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath his feet he views,
With smiles, the flaming void;
Sees this universe renewed,
The grand millennial reign begun;
Shouts with all the sons of God,
Around th’ eternal throne.MIM 75.2

4 Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restored, Yield we now our bodies up,
To earthquake, plague, or sword.
List’ning for the call divine,
The latest trumpet of the seven,
Soon our soul and dust shall join,
And both fly up to heaven.MIM 75.3